I have this horrible knack of picturing how easy it will be to do a particular project. My visual prowess is amazing. Physically? Not so much.
I’ve been salivating at the chance to do Tunisian crochet. Read the patterns. Watched the videos. Mentally prepared myself for the challenge because it looked so cool. Then the hooks arrived on Friday, and suddenly my current project looked so boring compared to what I was planning. So much so that I wrote up this morning determined to start my new project.
It was a bust. A sad face bust mixed with frustration an a needed reality check. There’s a reason why I don’t knit. I may have to add Tunisian crochet to the list. My fingers just don’t comply, and what little I could do has left them achy.